Page 32 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
Fuck, it hurts.
I stare down at the large cut oozing blood on the left side of my abdomen. It’s large, raw, and painful, but not as agonizing as it was when I first got it. Shifting did help partially close the wound. I can see spots where my skin has started pulling together to close the wound and keep my blood loss to a minimum. But without treatment, it will definitely get infected being this open.
I lay my head back on the pillow, waiting for the healer Nyx will send my way. He said Sylara would be bringing them. Nausea rises in my throat at the thought of having to interact with her again.
He didn’t use mind control.
At least, that’s what he said. I don’t know what to believe anymore. All I know is that I need this pain to end in order to think at all.
There’s a knock at the door, which isn’t something I expected. I expected Sylara to just rudely enter.
“Come in,” I strain through another agonizing scream.
The door flies open, and Sylara and Riven are standing in the doorway.
“Where’s the healer?” I ask through gritted teeth. I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out soon from the pain, and I’d rather know and agree to who’s working on me before I do. I can’t handle any more of my bodily autonomy being taken from me.
“That would be me,” Riven says with a happy smirk and a braid through his long, thick curls that hang down his back.
I frown. “You? I thought you were a wolf shifter? Aren’t healers witches?”
“Ambrose isn’t the only wolf shifter with witch powers. Although I’m pretty sure Ambrose made a deal with the witches to gain his powers, mine I acquired through my blood relations. My great-great-grandmother was a witch. I have powers, but have really only focused my energy on healing. The rest of it I’m not interested in.”
Ambrose made a deal to gain his witch powers.Why didn’t I realize that sooner?
I move to sit up, but the sharp pain shoots through my body like a freight train, knocking me back down.
Riven frowns.
“Am I needed here?” Sylara asks curtly, speaking for the first time.
Riven and I both answer in unison, “No.”
She rolls her eyes before spinning out of the room.
“Don’t worry about Sylara. She’s like that with everyone except Nyx.”
I raise an eyebrow at that. “Are they an item?”
Riven chuckles. “Hell no, more like brother and sister.” His gaze finds my wound, but if he has any thoughts about how hard it will be to fix, he keeps them to himself.
His eyes meet mine, completely ignoring the fact that I’m naked. He hasn’t glanced anywhere except my wound and my eyes. But I can see his gentle request to heal me.
I nod, and his smile returns to his face.
Standing over my body in his large, intimidating frame, he seems better suited to a battlefield than healing.
“How do you take your coffee?”
“What?” I ask in confusion.
He chuckles. “How do you take your coffee, Lumi?”
“Um…”
“You don’t know? Or you don’t drink the stuff? I don’t usually bother. I find there are far better energy sources to wake me up if you know what I’m saying,” he says with a wink.
I roll my eyes at him.
